If you want to commit suicide, wait until tomorrow.

The temptation to end it all is often rooted in a mood that may pass: a temporary depression, brought on by something traumatic that happens without warning and that may resolve itself by tomorrow. If the feeling has been going on for a long time, and has intensified, then there may be real danger that you're really going to end it all. But often that's not the case, so see if a good night's sleep might make you feel that life, after all, may be worth living. That doesn't mean that suicide is never an option. I think it was Camus who said that suicide is the only question worth considering. And it is. Each of us has the power -- and the right, I think -- to end life when and how we choose. But we must first ask the essential question: Will my self-inflicted death cause misery to others I love? Weigh that first. I wrote a dissertation on the poetry of Sylvia Plath, who ended her life by laying her head down in an oven, with the gas on, at the age of 30. She left behind two little kids. Her husband, Ted Hughes, the Poet Laureate of England at the time, apparently took care of them, and they grew up more or less okay. (His second wife killed herself, too, but that probably says more about Ted than about his wives.) But is that the image of you that you want your kids to take with them as they struggle to grow up? Isn't growing up and finding yourself hard enough even when you come from a "normal" family? Why burden your kids with that kind of baggage? On the other hand, your life is yours, and you have a right to stop it whenever things are just too much to take. Just wait until tomorrow, okay? The sun may be shining and you may have gotten a good night's sleep. if not, go ahead. There's always time to kill yourself.